Chapter 57 The Ancient Castle (Page 2/2)

In any case, compared to the trolls' solid stone skin, even the most elite heavy armored warriors in the kingdom may not be able to withstand more blows than them.

What's more, Frank thoughtfully prepared a set of metal armor and a huge horn helmet for Stark.

Although it was just a few pieces of thick iron sheets connected together with a simple technique and didn't fit at all, the weight of several dozen kilograms was enough to ensure its defensive power.

With Stark's current defensive power, even if he was hit head-on by the crossbow cart, he would probably only be knocked unconscious and would not be in danger of his life.

Hearing Frank's order, the giant Stark scratched his head in a daze, but because he was wearing a helmet, his rough nails buckled on the iron sheets, making a creaking sound.

After a few seconds, he seemed to have realized something and shouted:

"Well, oh, anyway, I just need to rush forward!"

"Right, boss!"

Frank did not answer this stupid question again, but took out several expensive moon dust bombs and set them in the castle courtyard using simple traps.

Although it is not certain whether today's enemies are mainly evil spirits, compared with other enemies, evil spirits are still a greater threat, so more preparations must be made.

Soon, after about half an hour, Frank set up several traps in the inner courtyard of the castle, and applied evil spirit oil on his double swords and the troll's metal mace. During

the meditation time, he took the wolf potion, the tawny owl potion, and the thunder potion that increases strength and agility.

Because he had the regeneration ability of the blood ring as a foundation, he did not take the swallow potion that increased recovery this time, and prepared to use the healing ability of the holy weapon once after the battle.

After everything was ready, Frank shouted to the troll Stark, who had been waiting for a long time and was so bored that he was lying on the ground looking at ants,

"It's time, Stark."

"You can rush into the house."

Hearing the boss's order, the troll Stark looked at the ant nest on the ground reluctantly, and then stood up very obediently.

There was no need for any morale-boosting words. The troll, who was used to obeying orders, raised his metal mace and rushed towards the gate on the first floor of the castle.

The heavy body stepped on the muddy ground, leaving a row of shallow footprints.

Although the speed was not fast, the huge body made the troll's charge look quite oppressive.

Even the wooden door of the castle hall seemed to be trembling because of such power.

It was a solid wood door with iron sheets that had been burned black.

After experiencing the fire attack that year and the baptism of decades of time, it had already decayed.

With a loud bang!

When the troll warrior Stark rushed up, the wooden door had no resistance at all and was immediately smashed into pieces, breaking into many tiny wooden boards, which flew into the castle hall, making more noise.

Frank stood outside the door, watching the troll Stark rushing into the gloomy castle like a fool, making babbling sounds like a child, and couldn't help but take a breath.

Although it looks a bit funny, there is no doubt that the troll Stark has done a good job of his bait mission. With

such a big noise, even if there are monsters in the castle, they will probably be attracted.

Frank pulled out the silver sword on his waist with his left hand, picked up the strung crossbow with his right hand, and pressed his body down slightly, ready for battle.

Now, just waiting for the enemy to appear.